Today you cannot see the Appalachians through the backyard gate of the house across the alley. All is too white with snow. But here’s a poem (from my poems on receipts) and a picture with which, if you really use your imagination, you can almost see them.
Appalachia from the Alley
When I stand outside at door in alley
if gate to residence across is open
I can see Appalachia beyond
the St. Lawrence
Yes the Appalachians
Les Appalachines en français
and oh, how this does satisfy
a woman growing older who must
stand in the alleyway to smoke.
10 février 09, on Metro [supermarket] receipt for matches, etc., $7.94. Merci/ vous servir est un plaisir, …Bon Carnaval/ Nom caissiere: Sarah.